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2024.05.18 23:02 HeatAcceptable9163 Windows 10 Error after Error Help
| Hello, I was pretty drunk yesterday I had spilt water on my keyboard while at my desk, the keyboard began to press random characters and opened many different applications and etc etc, eventually for some reason the PC Blue Screened, and when booted up after a restart it would say 'Automatic Repair', which I googled and then figured to reset my computer to a previous version of windows or something along those lines, keeping my documents but deleting my files (?). I've now just been able to log in for first time, and though working fine, I have all my files (apparently) including things like pictures which I can open, however applications (for example steam or spotify) I cannot open and comes up with an error message 'The specified path doesn't exist'. How do i move forward from this point? All my drives are showing up as having the same amount of storage taken up as previously which is impossible since i (think) I just reset it all? Should I reset everything to nothing and if so how? Can I recover everything to install again in some sort of straightforward way? Do I simply clean up the drives somehow and delete the applications i can't access but keep the documents? Please help! Also something that could help to diagnose the situation, when right clicking the bin and pressing properties it appears to show all the space available in my drives correctly (or different to file explorer) ... how? submitted by HeatAcceptable9163 to WindowsHelp [link] [comments] |
2024.05.18 23:00 Particular_Cow8932 Pack Singles questions
Hi, I'm training in pack singles now and have some questions that I now have after my day 1. I'd ask the learning ambassador, but they kinda just taught me the basics and never came back.
What does regulated SIOC mean and how do go about packing them?
What to do about a item that says 'Custom' for the box size selection?
What should I do if I scan the SP00 sticker and mess up the label while applying it to the box? Say it folds over itself or something like that which ruins it. Is there a way to replace the SP00 with a new one in the system?
What if the box size shows on the screen as Unknown, do I just choose a box that I think the item will fit best?
What does overages mean? Am I do something that causes them? Rescanning the barcodes seems to clear the message, but some how I got coached about having overages... Idk what that even means.
How do I problem solve items? There doesn't seem to be a way to virtually ties items to totes. The PA says just to put the item in a empty tote and put it to the side of the station. How many items can I put in a totes for problem solve? Is it one item per tote or any amount?
Do we need to sign out of our station when we go on break? I know about the 15 minute scan-to-scans.
Should I box up a SIOC that has a Pslip? There's protective clear 'slippers', idk what to call them, that I can attach to the item that is SIOC, but can I hit wrong box size if I think the item should be in a box instead for the Pslip?
Can you clarify which SIOC items needs to be boxed up, instead of being sent down the line unboxed.
I have more questions but those are some things I have ran into so far that I'm not totally sure on.
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2024.05.18 23:00 xk_Silhouette First 2 Nights from Different Sections (Pro Tips and Observations)
Friends, I did the first two nights from different sections. I was second row in 207 the first night, and then second row of 307 the second night. (I'll be doing third night in the 100s for a floor comparison and can update this later with a third experience.) I wanted to add some notes on my experience here in case it helps.
Yes, it's worth it. It is incredible. The shows are great, and it will be its own experience to see them here. The Sphere is like getting an entire second show visually on top of the music. They have put something really special together. No reason to be on the fence: if you can make it, you should.
Seat comparison. I don't think there is a bad seat in the Sphere, and everyone I talked to enjoyed it wherever they were (though I didn't talk to anyone with an obstructed view).
That said, there are some tradeoffs. Down on the floor seemed to be the die hard fans and best energy. Several people said they thought the overall view in the 300s was probably the best for seeing everything. I found it a little bit less immersive and little more chill--a great night 2 seat for me. The 200s are a balance between the Sphere and the Band and best of both worlds. I definitely felt more "in it" in the 200s.
I do think that being towards a center section of the Sphere is more important than being down a level and closer, and more important than being a few rows closer inside of a section. On the wings it seems like the visuals would be less immersive because you have a stronger sense of where the wall is in your vision field.
I didn't find the 200s were as steep, but the 300s were a bit as you're getting in and out. It took a few minutes to adjust, but I had no issues after that.
I really liked seeing shows from different seats the last two nights and encourage that if it's an option for you. It's a different view and experience each time and keeps it fresh.
Visuals. The visuals are incredible and it is an amazing experience to be there and see it. It fills your vision and is like wearing a VR headset with 15k other fans. Photos and video cannot capture it because of the sheer scale of it.
The opening visuals for the first song are chill, then they blow the doors off the place with the second song. Because of that, I think opening set songs will be a little more warm up, and the second song in the first set will bring the energy. The closing visuals appear to also be the same. In between, they do repeat many of the visuals from night to night, but several of them are generic enough where they can be used for many different songs (though still fun to watch and impressive).
The visuals can be a little disorienting. Night 1 I found myself needing to sit down for a minute. Two things that helped me: One, turn around and look back at the seating, especially where the screen ends at the top. That helped my brain remember where we were. Second, looking at it through my phone when I took a few videos also grounded me. Overall, this was minor for me, I bounced back in a minute or so, and I loved it.
Sound. I found it plenty loud, but saw some comments that it wasn't enough for some others liking. I think if you are acclimated to the outdoor tour amphitheater experience, that tends to be louder because they push volume out further outdoors. In the Sphere they don't need to do that. What you get in exchange is a more balanced sound. No complaints here.
Haptics. Night one there were a few songs where they turned on the seat haptics, but it did not feel sync'd to the music until D&S. Night 2 they were only used for drums and space, and somehow Mickey controls them or they are sync'd to certain of his kit. They are amazing for D&S and I highly recommend sitting for that. It makes that a totally different experience.
Dead Experience at the Venetian. This was cool to see and is easy to check out while you're around. The photo collection exhibit and Mickey Hart's artwork exhibits are both neat. You can do it all in 30-60 minutes. There was no line while I was there. They do sell tour posters, but were already selling out morning of Day 2.
Merch. The merch at the Dead Experience at the Venetian during the day is different than what they have at the Sphere during shows. There is overlap, but there were some of the same styles in different colors. So far, none of it is available online.
Posters. Yes, there is a different poster each night. They also have weekend posters (with all three nights on them) and full tour posters. Tour posters had a limited run in foil, and then regular matte posters. I'm not a poster collector but know many of you are.
Getting in and out of the Venue. This overall ran really smoothly. I am not staying at the Venetian, so the first night I took a cab from the south end of the strip for about $20. Some traffic getting in, but once I was dropped off it was really quick getting into general entrance. Second night I got dinner at Venetian and took their sky bridge. That was a longer line, but still got through in about 15 minutes.
So if you're planning dinner at the Venetian, I'd plan to be walking over by about 645. It was a fifteen minute walk, then a bit of line at security, but you'll get in with no stress and should have time to grab a drink. A 5pm reservation somewhere should give you plenty of time if you tell your server.
Pace Yourself. Three days is a lot anywhere, but in Vegas you're on your feet during the day, it's hot, and the Sphere is an intense experience. It'll add up. Take it easy where you can.
Travel safe, and may the four winds blow you all safely home.
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2024.05.18 22:58 huggissimo Companion map on phone ?
What software are you using on the phone for mapping while using a Garmin map enabled watch? (I have a 955). I rely on the watch map most of the time but being able to pull one up on a big screen is handy.
I think Garmin Explore is a natural fit but I find the trail markers (thick dashed lines) to be very hard to use.
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2024.05.18 22:50 DogsAndPickles Past, present, future
2024.05.18 22:47 Aggravating-Pin-7978 20sF, let's have a nice chat. Pinky promise to not ghost
Let me clarify a few things, so noone's time will get wasted or feelings will get hurt:
1) I just want a pleasant conversation. No friendship, relationship or situationship. Why am I saying no to a friendship? Because I don't have the energy on a day to day basis to play mind games with someone on the other side of the screen (Do they want me to share this? Am I being invasive by asking this? etc.), and the initial stage of getting comfortable with someone it's not ideal given my current emotions;
2) Don't attempt flirting. I have my own standards when it comes to the guys I'm attracted to, and I won't bother finding out whether you fit those standards because [read point 1, line 1&2 listed];
3) Keep in mind that the energy I give off is quite related to the energy you give off. I'm a mirror, darling;
4) Don't bother listing your hobbies. They're for you to have a nice time, not an interesting conversation topic. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure there are things about you that are loveable;
5) You can ask as many questions as you want. đJust don't expect an answer for each;
6) I have a lot of compassion in me. It's just that my heart currently is in restoration mode. Kindly don't touch it;
7) Be in your mid 20s to early 30s
Thaaaank youuuu very much for your attention! Yes, you made it! You read a few lines, you lazy bastard. Now tell me, what was the most transformative event that happened to you, and what changes it brought in you? I'll get to your DM if it's not just a greeting and fits the criterias. I might as well not receive any DM, given the things I've listed. But oh well, it was worth a tryđđ
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2024.05.18 22:46 SamMorrisHorror Them Devils Part 2
Scott Masterson had first met Scarlett at a rooftop party in downtown Dallas. Their age and the time of year were both in late springtime, them in their mid twenties and the date in early May. He had on a sharp yet breezy blazer and she astonished in a thigh length sleeveless blue dress.
âOh hey Scott I donât believe you two have metâŠâ his then happily married friend had remarked with a slow swinging open hand toward her.
âScott MastersonâŠreluctant friend to this knuckleheadâ he said with a tight lipped grin, trying not to be so obvious with his instant rapture.
âScarlettâŠa pleasureâŠâ
Her hand was so delicate to Scottâs touch. They locked eyes. It was like looking back through centuries of connection, endless days of laying in the sun next to the Seine River, or rising to Hollywood fame in the 1940âs and only having each other who would understand the glory and the pain of it all, or generations of quiet, simple country love that would bear such beautiful, happy children that would go on to raise beautiful, happy children, all with their dark blue eyes. Yes, the memories of every love story since the beginning of time was swirling right there in Scarlettâs irises. Scott had to catch himself before he stared embarrassingly too long.
âSorry Scottie here doesnât get out oftenâ his friend quipped, which Scott appreciated actually, it helped him snap back to professionalism.
âWell I donât eitherâŠat least I prefer not to.â Scarlettâs words flowed through the air like a flock of rose petals.
âHey, kindred spirits.â Scott was really sensing a rising energy out of her, they had barely broken eye contact.
âWell, Iâll let you two have at it, I got a wife around here somewhere. HeyâŠScott and ScarlettâŠnot bad, not bad.â His friend exited stage right with a sly chuckle.
âNice guyâŠsoâŠwhat are you drinking, Scarlett?â Scott looked around for the emptiest corner of the rooftop bar, hoping to find a nice place for them to be able to hear each other. This night had just become something.
âThat depends, ScottâŠwhat do you like?â
Oh man.
Well, as you can expect, the evening blossomed into a beautiful, long winded conversation that etched a long list of similarities between the two. They both lived in the city, had never married, and had dreamed of stable, simpler lives far away from tall buildings and busy streets. The next morning Scott awoke in her arms, which warmed much deeper than just his skin. He could feel her soothing his very identity, his future, everything. Her arms were tailor made to fit his very soul, and he had never felt more safe and at home.
âMmmâŠyou can stay right hereâŠâ she whispered, eyes still closed.
âI willâŠI willâ
They both fell back asleep, into a dream that wouldnât end upon waking.
Two years passed and suddenly they lived that simple backwoods life, way out where acres of land far out-populated the few and far between people. They took a lovely home, which happily looked over a long backyard, right up to a lively yet mostly undisturbed river. Their only neighbor within a mile was an older ranch worker named Charles, who rarely made himself perceivable. Days were spent way on into town where they both had offices. They didnât mind the commute. Nights were spent mostly like this night, cuddled outside near a lovely little fire, with a slowly shrinking amount of wine sitting between them. Enjoying their Kingdom. Tonight, however, would prove to be a special night, for many reasons, all unexpected.
âHoney, Iâve been thinkingâŠâ Scott began, sitting up and opening his hands to the warmth of the fire.
âOh?â Scarlett also sat up, eyes widening.
âSo look, Scarlett, the last two years have been the best of my life. An absolute dreamâŠâ
She held her breath, her focus darting between his eyes and mouth.
âYeah?â
âWe have everything we ever want out here. ButâŠwhat if thereâs more?â
âMore?â She had envisioned this very conversation hundreds of times.
âOur dreams have come true, but what if weâŠmade some new dreams?â Scott turned and embedded his eyes into hers. He burst into a big smile.
âScottâŠI thoughtâŠâ
âNevermind what I saidâ he cut her off, which he always made a point to never do, but this was a good exception.
âIâm ready, ScarlettâŠletâs have a family.â
âOhhhh Scott, oh Scottâ
They hugged tight enough to where it hurt.
âWell, in that case, we may need to open another bottle.â She said playfully, bouncing her eyebrows twice.
âExcellent. Iâll be right up. Iâll put this fire out and then start yours up.â
âOh stop!â She bounded away girlishly, up the snowy back steps and into the house.
Scott let out a big sigh that he could see in the cold air and sat back in his chair, taking in his decision. He really was ready. He had secretly been keeping a long list of names that he liked and that he thought would work in front of Masterson. Especially little girl names. He stared into the campfire flames, getting lost imagining the three of them sitting right here, a little girl resting securely in Scarlettâs arms, as Scott had found himself, and stayed within these past two years.
Suddenly his trance was broken when, from the road in front of their house, came the sound of a vehicle approaching at high speed. Scott snapped his head back toward the house to get a better listen. He could see, around the house and through the trees, a large truck barreling down the country road, its headlights racing and bouncing with intensity. In an instant, it had passed up the road and out of sight.
âHuh?â
Soon, after a moment of silence, another sound echoed into the night. This sound rattled Scott to the bone and tore all that was right in his world into pieces. A sharp, bellowing squeal. His eyes shot over to his neighbors house, which was about a tenth of a mile to his right but still had a couple dim lights on that he could see. The shriek seemed to come from there.
Then, more squeals. It was hellish. More than animal but not quite human. Scott stood up. He heard crashing and tearing and further destruction coming from Charlesâ house.
âScarlett!! Scarlett!â He yelled toward his house, where he looked and could see her silhouette behind the curtains at the kitchen window. She didnât seem to hear him.
He turned back toward his neighbors. The chaos had gone quiet. Not a half a moment after, though, he heard something big barreling through the trees as fast as that truck had been sprinting. Running, running furiously between the two houses. Searching, hunting. Scott was taken aback so hard that his heel had caught the edge of the fire pit, throwing him down only inches away from severe burns. He had knocked his head in the whiplash, making him groan and take a moment to regain his bearings.
âSCARLETT!!!!â
He screamed out toward his home as he sat up, rubbing a quickly rising bump on the back of his head. He heard a loud breaching on the side of his house. The patio door. No. No. Then, all hell broke loose. Scarlett started wailing and crying and he could hear crashes of plates and glasses and deep guttural roars coming from the kitchen inside. Shadows danced in a frenzy from the curtained windows. Sounds of instinctual survival seemed to be thrown from Scarlett inside. Sounds of defeat. Sounds of agony. Sounds of insanity. Scott sprang to his feet, his equilibrium being more damaged than he realized after his fall. He had to catch his hand on a chair to stabilize himself. Scarlettâs symphony of pain had gone quiet. Soon after something burst back out the patio door again and off in the same direction as that truck before.
Scott struggled back up to the house, slowly climbing the wintered, crunching stairs that led to the patio. He no longer yelled for Scarlett. In fact, the only thing that came to his senses was the sound of his own heavy breathing. Everything else had been turned off, save for a heavy and sudden dread that he had prayed he would never feel. He came to the side of his house where indeed the patio door had been busted and forced open. It laid inside the kitchen, its hinges snapped like toothpicks. Scott, with eyes wide and twitching, slowly entered his home and looked into the kitchen.
He didnât scream. He didnât even change his breathing. He didnât blink. He just got a good long look at what laid before him.
Everything was broken. The fridge was on its side, the door hanging open and food and drink scattered all over the floor. The table was upended, its legs to the ceiling. A chair was resting on the counter, possibly having been thrown in defense. And Scarlett. Oh Scarlett. SheâŠwasâŠeverywhere. She was all over the floor. She was sprayed against the walls. She was stuck to the window. She was in the sink.
Scott gently walked through the carnal mess and sabotage of his world. Long ago he had known exactly what he would do if something anywhere near this bad were to happen to him. He politely stumbled through the kitchen, down the hall, and into the bedroom. He opened his closet door and lowered a fire safe from the top rack. He unlocked it with a passcode. 511, after that warm May date when he had first met Scarlett. In the safe was a Sig Sauer P320 handgun. Scott took it out, along with a box of bullets, loaded one into the gun, put the safe back on its rack, and walked out of the closet, sitting on his bed. Their bed. Where they shouldâve been laying right at this very moment, working toward a happy future. Where he wouldâve kissed her forehead and put a hand on her growing midsection. Where they would have awoken on Christmas morning to the sound of children who were way too excited to remain asleep. Where they wouldâve grown old. Where they wouldâve smiled at each other through wrinkles, satisfied with all the love they shared and passed on to the next generations. Where they wouldâve held each other in deep peace as they finally fell asleep to this world.
âI willâŠI willâ
In one quick motion Scott pulled back the hammer and stuck the barrel of that pistol right up against his Governor and blew himself away, far away, right back into Scarlettâs loving arms.
Jeremy âSmallmouthâ Bassett quickly yet stealthily made his way back to his Uncleâs house. He hugged the sides of the dark country road, keeping his eyes and ears wide open as to notice any sounds pertaining to the event that he had just witnessed there in the field next to the huge blaze. His only thought was Uncle Chuck. His house was right on the warpath of that horrible thing and Smallmouth had to go to him and make sure he was safe. He dared not go back to his truck, which would bring a lot of unwanted attention. No, Smallmouth walked and walked and finally saw the lights of his Uncleâs house. He carefully approached the front door from the shadowed driveway. Suddenly it occurred to Smallmouth that something was very wrong here. The door was busted in, having been plowed through by something very large and very strong.
âNoâŠnoâŠnoâ
Smallmouth slowly entered the house. The kitchen and living room were a disaster, chairs and tables and bottles strewn about and shattered. Bloody hoof-prints covered the floors, each of them the size of dinner plates. Smallmouth heard no noise. He felt himself well with tears, his nose a faucet that he began to sniff up as he worked his way through to his Uncleâs room, the door there also being broken in. A small whine growing in his throat, Smallmouth peaked into his uncles bedroom.
It was all in tatters. The bed had been attacked and shredded, the mattress being ripped up and thrown about as if it were made of cotton candy. More bloody hoof-prints were painted all over the brown carpet. Smallmouth trembled and put a hand up to his wet face. He didnât see a way that his Uncle was anywhere near alive, knowing what he knew about the monster that had been in this house.
Smallmouth slowly walked to the living room, to the only little table that had been untouched in the attack. It was almost as if the bottle of whiskey teleported into his hand from the overturned cabinet, unopened. He fixed that real quick.
Soon he was several pulls deep of the only thing in the world that he knew would make him feel better, even if only for a few hours. He found his pack of cigarettes in his coat pocket and lit one up, although he was indoors. What did it matter? He sat in a chair that he had turned right side up and set the bottle on the table and looked out the back window into the pitch black. He cried for his Uncle and he cried for the world. He cried for himself. He cried for broken promises and his own weakness. He drank and drank until his vision shook from right to left everywhere he looked. At first he didnât even notice the figures on the back porch. Then his vibrating focus did pick up on them, but by then it was too late. It was so dark out there but in their outlines he could see they wore long robes and hoods.
âHA!! COME AND GET ME! HAHA!! YOU COME AND YOU GET ME!!â Smallmouth boasted with a delusional amount of courage.
A creak escaped from the kitchen and he drunkenly slung his head over toward it. Three more figures stood there. Or was it just one? Smallmouth was none the wiser. All at once the hooded intruders from both inside and outside began to chant a strange, twisted rhyme in strikingly low and dissonant harmony:
âA sliverâŠof liverâŠgoes downâŠwith a shiver⊠âŠand givesâŠyour gulletâŠto gall⊠âŠbut drinkâŠthe CiderâŠthat drownsâŠthe Spider⊠âŠand youâŠwill be freeâŠof it all⊠âŠso tighten the gripâŠthat loosens your lips⊠âŠO raiseâŠthe bottleâŠof brown⊠âŠand wake tomorrowâŠto findâŠin sorrow⊠âŠANOTHERâŠSPIDERâŠTOâŠDROWNâ
Smallmouth groaned at them in dissatisfaction and turned his bottle up again and began to chug the whiskey. As he did they repeated the chant except this time it was louder and closer. By the time Smallmouth had finished his bottle he was quickly losing consciousness. This wasnât just whiskey. As he closed his eyes he felt hands grabbing him from all sides.
Smallmouth pulled open his sticky eyelids. His head felt like someone had bowled a strike into it. Wind froze his face. The smell of sickly, wet iron stung his nostrils. His vantage was higher than usual. Way higher. He was looking out into another field, but from easily ten feet up. He saw an old church, formerly painted white but now a flaky pale-beige. He heard the friction of a quick pull of rope below him, matched with a slight, tight pain at his feet. He looked down. A red-robed figure was fastening him against a wooden structure of some kind. His feet sat on a small flat platform perpendicular to a post that went from the ground up past smallmouths head. He couldnât move his arms, so he quickly shot his eyes side to side. They were also tied to another horizontal post. A cross. He was being tied to a crude wooden cross. His shirt had been removed, exposing a hairy, overweight belly. Smallmouth tried to speak, but all that came out was a slow, unintelligible grumble. He was still drunk. No, this was more than that. He was under the influence of something strong and absolutely inhibitive. He wallowed again, and took in a deep breath. The smell of iron once again hit his nose. He looked down at himself. He was covered in a thick, red liquid. That wasnât just the smell of iron. He had been splashed full body with blood.
âNow now, young servantâŠâ the figure at his feet had finished his task and took a couple of steps out to admire his own handiwork.
âAhhâŠperfect. The picture of martyrdom. Yes, you will always be remembered, Brother Bassett. You are to be the first Saint of The New Bible.â He opened his arms in his declaration.
Smallmouth looked up into the cold night sky. The moon shown down, giving everything a midnight spotlight. It was a gorgeous waxing gibbous, big and bright but not quite full. Yes, he was in a great big snowy field that housed an old worn down church. From the windows of the church he saw candles glowing, showing dark heads and shoulders looking out to him, also covered in loose hoods, hiding faces. He was hanging on a cross about one hundred feet from the old church. In front of the cross was a partially covered pit, a couple of two by fours supporting double armfuls of branches and dead leaves.
The figure at the base of the cross put his arms back to his side. He was still looking right at the drugged Smallmouthâs dumbstruck face. Even with a veiled mouth you could hear the twisted smile in his voice.
âTonight you will help us finally defeat this legion, Smallmouth. You see, it may have the evil spirits within it, but at its core, it is still an owned animal. An animal that knows its Master very well. An animal that will remember the smell of its Master. You, my friend, are covered in its Master right now. And you are hanging on a cross, the symbol of this bruteâs most hated enemy. But take heart, young Brother. Before you is our pit of spears. Yes you will attract the beast, but our Divine plan will intercept it and the beast will fall and be pierced. And then, oh dear brother, you will forever be immortalized. You will be purified in fire by the hands of your church brethren. Out of your screams and into the smoke the iniquities of all will be released. We will go on to preach your good example and your sainthood forever and ever.â
Smallmouth began to drool and hum pathetically. He could hear and understand the words of the robed man but he couldnât fight back. His body was useless, limp inside its rope confines. All he could do now is think, and watch, and wait, and dread his fate.
The figure turned away from him, walking over near the pit and gathering up a bundle of brambles and throwing them over the last open area, covering it completely. He then crunched through the snow over to the front door of the old church, groaning open the door. He stood at the dark doorway for a few seconds in silence, and then began to make a noise. An over exaggerated pig squealing noise, high pitched and infuriating. Soon after other voices from inside the church began to do the same, their wailing echoing out of the building and all across the field, loudly signaling, calling out. It may as well have been a dinner bell. Not a half minute after they began the distress signal it was loudly answered by a distant squall. A furious squall.
This was it. Either way it happened Smallmouth was about to die. Experience terror, and then die, and not even have the ability to put up any kind of defense. It wasnât fair. He just slowly lifted up his head and watched out far into the moonlit, white field. He then raised his heavy head further and took a good gander at the moon and stars for the last time.
âGod,â he thought to himself, still having full inner monologue yet no outer motor function, âI am so sorry. I am so sorry for being what I am. I am so sorry for ending up in this place. Itâs only my own fault. If it wasnât for me being so stupid and messy and drunk and terrible then this wouldnt be happening to me.â
He began to shed tears that washed lines into the blood on his face.
âPlease forgive me God. Please, please, please forgive me for all of my sins. This is it. Iâm gonna die. Iâm gonna die. PLEASE FORGIVE ME!!!!â He yelled inside his own mind, hoping and trying to send his silent words as far up into heaven as they could go.
He lowered his eyes back to the ground. He looked over at the church again. The windows were empty, the candles were extinguished. Those hooded cowards were hiding from their own handmade sacrificial service. All was quiet for a long pause until a much louder, closer bleating began at the edge of the forest not even three hundred feet away from Smallmouthâs glazed over eyes. It was time, and it was too late for a miracle.
Out of the woods, slowly and heavily, stomped the massive hog. As it marched closer and closer Smallmouth could see its white, boiled over eyes and black-burnt skin. Its jaws were flying open and snapping its sharp, pocket knife-sized teeth together in an intimidating âclackâ. It was now less than a hundred feet away, the dark old church to its right shoulder. It stopped, its pale glowing eyes fixed right on Smallmouth on the crude cross. It truly was a monster. It stood as tall as a man and as long as a canoe. Around its murderous mouth were stains of red, the remnants of all that it had taken from the world on this unholy night. In its clanging jaws were bits of flesh. It snorted and scowled.
Then, in a fury, it wailed that horrible squeal and started off into a dead sprint. It galloped and galloped toward Smallmouth at a high, blistering speed. It kept yawping and howling as it cut the distance from the cross down to fifty feet, forty feet, thirty, twenty. All at once it passed over the covered pit and plunged in. In his doomed, dead eyed stupor Smallmouth could hear what sounded like paint being dumped from a rooftop onto concrete. Trails of black liquid squirted and splashed up from the pit, which had been uncovered in the fall of the beast. Unbelieving, Smallmouth saw dozens of steel spear tips standing up from the dug-in ground. Right in the middle of them the beast was stuck. The sheer weight of the animal had caused the spears to pierce through its tough skin, sticking out of its back, soaked in black blood. One spear had stabbed right under the hogs chin, passing up through its jaws and out its black snout. It made agonized sounds. It roared and roared and shook the spears inside it, beginning furiously, then growing weaker and weaker within seconds. Finally, it let out one last weak little squeal, before it went still and quiet.
Smallmouth was frozen both physically by drugs and constraints and mentally by shock. His mouth hung open toward the pit of spears, his vision blurry. He took in a deep, troubled breath and let out a moan of disbelief and relief. The old church doors sprang open, and the sound of jubilation within flowed out into the night. The red robed figures flocked out of the building toward the pit, arms raised in celebration. They surrounded the hole, getting a good look at their success and their enemies defeat. Some held additional spears and began further stabbing the dead animal, causing more black blood to be shed up at them. They all yelled loudly and triumphantly. Some danced around the pit. Some skipped over to Smallmouth on the cross and danced around him, slapping his legs and spinning in circles.
Smallmouth looked on at the raucous celebration, both in utter disbelief of their trap actually working and also in turmoil. How long now until they fully execute their plan.
A taller robed man, whose voice matched the same one who spoke to Smallmouth as he tied his feet, spoke up, sounding almost happily intoxicated.
âAhh yes my Brothers!! It is done!! We have won!!!â
They all whooped and cheered.
âBrother Norman, go into the church and bring me the small tank of fuel. Let us send our dear Saint Bassett to the Holy lands, where he will be adored for all eternity!â
They all clapped and hollered. One figure began childishly skipping away from the pit and over toward the front door of the church.
Then, it happened.
From the pit all of a sudden a great blaze erupted instantly. It stood as tall as the cross, and it burned a furious red and blue. It raged and raged, blinding Smallmouth and making him clumsily turn his face away from the heat.
All of the figures panicked, screaming and scattering away toward the church. They didnât get far. Up from the fiery pit, dozens of long, long, black arms, adorned with six hooking claws emerged and stretched out of the flames and latched on to the legs of those trying to escape. Smallmouth heard crying and wailing from the men as the black, razor clawed-hands of the legion grabbed them and began pulling them back, into the blazes. One by one the red robed people were dragged into the flames, their clothes catching instantly. Smallmouth could see violently shaking bodies in the evil furnace. Oh, the screams. Above the tortured howling, the sound of laughing broke out. Deep, menacing laughter, hundreds of voices, echoed up into the air from the burning hole. Then, in one extinguishing squeeze, the ground swallowed the entirety of the fiery pit, leaving it completely covered in dirt, still and quiet. Soon after, and just like the pit of spears, the old church building caught in an instant and raging fire, quickly toppling the walls and dropping the steeple into its ruins. The smoke towered high in the night sky, which had just began to hint at a pale morning blue. Smallmouth hung on his cross in utter horror and surprise.
As the late evening hours glowed into early morning the smoke eventually tapered off, as Smallmouthâs drugs finally began to wear off as well. The fires of the church did garner long distance attention, though. Just as Smallmouth was able to regain control of his muscles and voice he heard emergency sirens call out into the cold morning air. Not long after, two fire trucks, an ambulance and a sheriffs truck tore into the field and toward Smallmouth on the cross. Not long after Smallmouth could feel the tied ropes being cut loose by firemen, their uniforms easily the best red clothes he had seen all night.
âWhat on Godâs green Earth happened here son?â A bearded man with a dark hat and brown shirt and pants asked Smallmouth once he had been lowered down from the cross and sat on the ground with a shock blanket around his shoulders. The Sheriff, no doubt.
âGodâs green Earth. It really is Godâs, isnât it?â Smallmouth whispered, staring out across the cold field. Then, at the very place he was staring, an old, familiar truck came barreling out of the gravel road in the woods and through the field in the steadily growing morning light. It was Uncle Chuckâs truck. It hurried over toward the other emergency vehicles, parked, the driverâs side door burst open, and Uncle Chuck came bounding out over to Smallmouth, his eyes wide and his mouth a wonderfully shocked âOâ.
âJEREMY! JEREMY!!!â He basically fell on Smallmouth in a tight, warm hug. Smallmouth was caught off guard by Chuck using his real name.
His Uncle held him for several seconds and then let up, but kept his hands on Smallmouthâs shoulders.
âI thought you were dead.â Both of them said at almost the exact same time.
âI came back and your house was a mess and there was blood everywhere. I thought you were dead.â Smallmouth weakly spat out.
âWell, I woke up and you were gone, son, so I walked to the ranch to get my truck. I was worried bout ya son. I came back home and the whole place had been turned upside down. Blood on the carpet. I just thought the worst. Then I tried my neighbors house. Buddy, theyâre dead. Looks like some wacko murder-suicide if I ever saw one. Scott probably tried to come kill us too and wrecked the place when he found it empty. I donât know. But what I DO know is that you are right here! You are okay Jeremy!! Ahhh Praise Jesus!!â
âItâs not that, Uncle. That isnât what happened out here. Itâs..it was a..a, uhâŠâ
Smallmouthâs fried brain couldnât even comprehend what he had witnessed over the past few hours. It was all a violent blur.
âDont worry bout it son, you can tell me everything on the way to the hospital. We gotta go get you checked out and cleaned up. Câmon.â He helped Smallmouth up and they walked over to the ambulance, his Uncleâs arm thrown around his shoulder.
Smallmouth would be sent home later that afternoon. It would take him and his Uncle a long time to sort through the chaos of that deadly night and rebuild their lives. But life kept on. Smallmouth would remain living with his Uncle, and would begin a job working with him down at the ranch. Together they started to attend a local church. Smallmouth never touched a drink or a drug or even a cigarette ever again, and remained steadfast in his newly revitalized faith.
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2024.05.18 22:42 Sebby19 List of every error/mistake/contradiction in the 5-6 Player Extensions (March 2024 update)
Since new rulebooks dropped, it was only a matter of time before I went with a magnifying glass over these! Since I previously covered these errors in my larger list a couple years ago (
Compilation of every erromistake/contradiction/etc., that I can find in the 'current' rulebooks. ), I will also compare and see what was fixed (
in strikethrough), what is still there, and what is new (
in bold). If there is an old error I missed the first time, there will be a * in front of it.
Base Game's 5-6 Player:
- Format error: At the bottom of page 4, is a heading titled "Starting settlements and resources". However this isn't discussed until the start of page 6. Heading needs to be moved closer to its topic.
*Image error: Page 2. You need to squint to see it, but Illustration B is showing THREE 12 Tokens! Gone/covered now - Image error:
Page 2 Page 4. You need to squint to see it, but the 2nd image STILL has Frame Extension pieces ('3-3' and '5-5') in the wrong spots. The extra 3:1 and 2:1 Wool ports are accidently swapped. Pretty egregious when the first image of Page 4 (showing the "Starting Set-Up for new 5-6 Players") has the Frame Extensions in the correct spots. Just a copy-past job from the previous version.
5-6 Seafarers
- *Format error:
Page 3: Just before the Wonder Cards is the heading titled "Scenarios". However this isn't discussed until the start of the next page, 4. Heading needs to be move to the top of the next page. - Format error: The images for the Wonder Cards were shifted up on page 3. However, the big blue box on page 4 was NOT shifted up. So the top edges of the Wonder Cards are now aligned with the text "The scenario diagram provides the board set-up". So if you take a scissor and cut out these cards (as intended), you will cut this sentence in half, along the horizontal.
- *Format error:
Page 6, 8, 10, 12, 14, 18, 20, 22: "Terrain & Tokens" at the is not bolded. It now is Bolded. Missing Robber: Why is there no Robber on the maps for Scenarios 2, 3, 4, and 8? All fixed! They even added the Pirate for Scenario 1 (which I missed 3 years ago). They also have the Robber on a 12-Hills now. Interesting change? Or new error?
For Scenario 2, regular Seafarers says to put the Robber on the 12 Token. However, in the extension, there are two to choose from (12-Fields and 12-Pasture). Which one? Apparently, the 2-Pasture hex For Scenario 3, regular Seafarers says to put the Robber on the 12 Token. However, in the extension, the Desert is reintroduced. So should the Robber go there instead? Or 12-Mountain/12-Hills hex? Robber is on the Desert. For Scenario 4 and 8, I suppose it doesn't matter which Desert the Robber starts on. Just odd there is no marker here, but there IS a Robber marked for Scenario 5. Inconsistent.
Image error: Page 11 (Fog Islands map). The 3-Mountain hex looks weird. The mountains is misaligned with the hex, the internal image is rotated 30 degrees (I think) Twisted back into place! - Image error: Page 13 (Through the Desert map). The instructions on page 12 indicate 11 Harbors are used, but the map only shows 10. Looking at the 4th Edition map, and Catan Universe's version today, the Harbor by the 12-Pasture somehow got dropped.
Image error: Page 13 (Through the Desert map). The 'foreign area' are missing red outlines, like the 3-4 player version has. More liberties will need to be taken by the players, if they want to make a variable map. *Format error: Page 16: Harbors at the top isn't bolded. - Incorrect component count or Image error: Page 16 or 17 (Cloth for Catan). The first page says there are 11 Harbors (like many other scenarios). However, the map on the other page shows 12 Harbors. A new harbor was added by the 8-Wheat hex, onto the lower-right frame. I am unsure which page is incorrect, since previous Editions didn't have a harbor there, but the current Extension includes an extra 2:1 Wool (as normal), and a 6th 3:1 port (for a total of 12 Harbors in Seafarers).
*Typo: Page 18: The # 26, for describing how many Sea hexes, accidently has a bunch of dots in between 2 and 6 - Image Error: A Robber is erroneously added to the middle desert island. THERE IS NO ROBBER FOR THIS SCENARIO.
- Incorrect component count: Page 22. The count for the # tokens are off for multiple reasons:
- Adding up all the tokens equals 40, when the total below says 39. Since there will be 39 resource producing hexes, there is an extra # token in the count above.
- However, the Base Game's 5-6 extension only has 28 tokens, while Seafarers adds 10 more (total 38). This implies a # token should be taken from the Base Game, so the rulebook should make that clear
- Related to that, it says there should be 5 copies of the 5-9 tokens. This is impossible, since Base 5-6 + SF should have 3 copies of 2 and 12, 4 of everything else. Again, implying more tokens from the Base Game need to be taken, but it never states this.
5-6 Cities & Knights: No mistakes! It is STILL clean!!!
5-6 Traders & Barbarians
- Image errors?: Page 3+4. The frame setup is completely different than normal. The frame extension pieces are also in different positions. Instead of the usual setup (from the top, clockwise):
- '6-1'>'1-2'>'2-2'>'2-3'>'3-3'>'3-4'>'4-5'>'5-5'>'5-6'>'6-6'>; page 3 instead displays (from top-left, clockwise):
- '6-1'>'2-2'>'1-2'>'3-3'>'3-4'>'2-3'>'6-6'>'4-5'>'5-5'>'5-6'>. If this is supposed to be intentional, the rulebook should either state this (or be more specific), or make the image bigger, since I had to squint to see the different layout.
- Also, if the different frame setup is intentional, why not show T&B's version of the '5-6' frame piece (with the missing coast)?
Formatting error: Top of Page 4. The line for the 'Additional Components' looks... off. Not lined up with the rest of the text below. - Component List mistake: Page 5, the Castle Hex is incorrectly labeled as a Oasis hex!
- Image error?: Page 5+6. While the frame mostly follows the 'new' layout in pages 3+4, there is now a 2nd '4-5' frame, replacing the '2-3' frame in the bottom-right corner. While technically possible, since T&B does have its own version of '4-5' (with missing coastline), the image does not reflect the artwork, copying the base game's '4-5' piece twice. Again, the rulebook make no written mention of the new frame order.
- Image error?:
Page 9 Page 10: While the rulebook finally gives some instruction regarding the frame, curious why the image doesn't show T&B's version of the '5-6' frame piece (with the missing coast)? - Image errocontradiction:
Page 10 Page 9. The instructions say the regular Quarry and Glassworks hexes may not have Settlements built on the corners that only border the frame (ocean), only the 4 intersections that border other hexes (the new Quarry and Glassworks from T&B's extension don't have this restriction). However, the image is showing possible Settlement locations on all 6 corners, for both the new and old trade hexes. Either the image is mistaken, or the instructions are. - Contradiction/Inconsistency: Page 9 states that Player 2 may NOT use Gold Coins to purchases resources. This is in contrast with previous scenarios, which state you can. In addition, later in the rulebook, where the various Player 1/Player 2 actions are summarized, Page 12 says Player 2 CAN use Gold Coins to buy resources!
- Component List mistake:
Page 11 Page 10, Card Deck Manifest. The total count for the 5th scenario's Development cards should say 12, not 26; and the total count for the Baggage Train cards should say 10, NOT 21. These incorrect totals are copied from regular T&B.
5-6 Explorers & Pirates
- *Image error: The image showing the "Catan 5-6 Player Extension Pieces" sorting tile is showing resource cards with 4th Edition graphics! (I doubt the real Sorting Tile has this error. I hope not)
Missing words?: Page 2,3,4,5. The second sentence of each page says "The two hexes in the illustration marked 'Green Back' and 'Orange Back' must be taken...". Shouldn't it instead say "The two sets of hexes..."? It does now :) - Component List mistake: Page 2. The hexes shown for the Orange Sun side are accidently copied over from the Green Moon side. To further explain:
- The terrain hexes from regular E&P should show 2 Fields hexes, and 1 of everything else. Instead its showing 2 Mountain hexes (which is only correct for the Green Moon side)
- The terrain hexes from E&P's extension should be Mountain-Pasture-Hills. Instead its showing Mountain-Forest-Fields (again, only correct for the Green Moon side)
- Missing rule?: Page 6. The Paired Players summary chart doesn't mention using Gold Coins to buy resources, for neither Player 1 or 2. I suppose you can infer both can use Gold Coins, I only bring this up since T&B bothers to mention Gold Coins.
So to summarize:
- Base Game Extension: Originally 2 errors, 1 was fixed, 1 was added
- Seafarers Extensions: Originally 12 errors. 9 were fixed, 2 were added
- C&K Extension: Never had errors, none were added :)
- T&B Extension: Originally 9 errors. 1 was fixed, and 1 was added >:(
- E&P Extension: Originally 3 errors. 1 was fixed, 1 was added.
In the end, I'm a little disappointed. The only extension rulebook that saw any real improvement was SF. I wasn't planning on buying any Extensions until the rules were updated with the new Paired Players system. But... maybe I'll just have to wait for the 6th Edition, in 2030. :(
I shouldn't be so hard on them, as I missed several errors myself the first time around. Even some of my own errors in my original list (fixed now). But I'm just some bored shmuck doing this in my free time. I'd expect more from a corporation.
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2024.05.18 22:38 Altered-Reality_411 Telecommunications Relay Services
| I believe the medium thatâs used for V2Kâs (synthetic telepathy) two-way communication functions the same way as Closed Captioning (CC) on your TV - A stenograph machine is connected to a computer that translates the phonetic transcription into readable text. This text is then sent to the television station via a phone line and modem and encoded into the broadcast signal, which is then decoded as closed captions on the television screen. This seems like the most possible and probable way the V2K gets broadcasted to the people gangstalking and those gaslighting you in real time. My guess is that there is an app, website, text messaging service that utilizes a Communication Access Realtime Translation (CART), which relays transcriptions of everything in a text-format thatâs accessible for perps. Iâm still researching this and if anyone knows more about this technology, please leave a comment⊠submitted by Altered-Reality_411 to Gangstalking [link] [comments] |
2024.05.18 22:38 mcm8279 [DS9 2x26 Reactions] ScreenRant: "Sisko & Quark's DS9 Fight Was A Major Star Trek Turning Point" "Sisko's realization and acceptance of Quark's viewpoints signify a broader critique of Starfleet's moral superiority."
SCREENRANT:
"The pivotal moment in "The Jem'Hadar" highlighted the unique insights and challenges Quark and the Ferengi offer.
[...]
Star Trek: Deep Space Nine's season 2 finale, "The Jem'Hadar" was a landmark episode that established the existential threat posed to the Federation by the Dominion. However, as well as laying the groundwork for DS9's Dominion War, "The Jem'Hadar" also represented a pivotal moment for how the Ferengi were seen in Star Trek. Introduced as villains in Star Trek: The Next Generation season 1, the Ferengi failed to take off as potential Klingon replacements. After two seasons of DS9, the perception of the Ferengi as "failed villains" was shifting, and the season 2 finale put a line under it forever.
Star Trek: Deep Space Nine's writer and producer Ira Steven Behr, who wrote "The Jem'Hadar" was keen that these scenes should draw a line under the idea that the Ferengi are failed Star Trek villains. Discussing DS9 season 2, episode 26 in the Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Companion, Behr said:
... it was time to lay to rest this long-time feeling that the Ferengi were the 'failed villains' of the Star Trek universe. I wanted people to see them as something else. And if we could show that Sisko, whose character has a lot of weight, would take what Quark says seriously, then the audience would take it seriously.
Crucially, at the end of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine season 2, episode 26, "The Jem'Hadar", it's Quark, not Sisko or any of the Starfleet characters, who reveals the Vorta's deception. Most importantly, the audience sees Sisko acknowledge that Quark has something important to say, where just minutes earlier they saw him dismiss the Ferengi's interjections. This proved once and for all that the Ferengi weren't Star Trek villains, they were just a species with a different outlook from the Federation, and could therefore offer valuable insight.
Quark accuses Sisko and the Federation of being hypocrites, stating that they only practice tolerance and understanding toward cultures that remind them of their own, and he has a point. In Star Trek, any planets not in the Federation's club are seen as either villains or primitives. Quark and the Ferengi aren't so easily categorized as either, which critiques the binary nature of Starfleet's moral superiority. Brilliantly, Sisko doesn't give Quark any excuses or try to turn the tables on the Ferengi, he tries to deflect because he's uncomfortable, and then accepts that he's wrong. [...]
Quark's assessment that the Federation are distrustful of the Ferengi because their culture is a reminder of the capitalist excess that they finally abandoned is an astute one. Gene Roddenberry conceived the Ferengi as a critique of the "greed is good" ethos of 1980s Wall Street. Quark in Star Trek: Deep Space Nine perfectly embodies that original concept, but he and his Ferengi family also learn from their relationships with Starfeleet and the Federation. And in return, Starfleet and the Federation benefit from the insight and sheer heroism of Quark, Nog, and Rom, a lasting example of Roddenberry's "infinite diversity in infinite combinations"."
Mark Donaldson (ScreenRant)
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2024.05.18 22:37 Altered-Reality_411 Telecommunications Relay Services
| I believe the medium thatâs used for V2Kâs (synthetic telepathy) two-way communication functions the same way as Closed Captioning (CC) on your TV - A stenograph machine is connected to a computer that translates the phonetic transcription into readable text. This text is then sent to the television station via a phone line and modem and encoded into the broadcast signal, which is then decoded as closed captions on the television screen. This seems like the most possible and probable way the V2K gets broadcasted to the people gangstalking and those gaslighting you in real time. My guess is that there is an app, website, text messaging service that utilizes a Communication Access Realtime Translation (CART), which relays transcriptions of everything in a text-format thatâs accessible for perps. Iâm still researching this and if anyone knows more about this technology, please leave a comment⊠submitted by Altered-Reality_411 to TargetedSolutions [link] [comments] |
2024.05.18 22:35 Dororo0707 Blank screen on dgpu mode
Recently upgraded the screen of my TUF laptop(FX607JI) from IPS(b160qan02.7) to the miniled one found on strix 16(ne160qdm-nm7), upgrade went with no issues. My laptop is always used plugged in and set to dgpu mode in bios, so when i first booted up screen would light up with asus logo and upon loading into desktop it would just go blank. Changing to hybrid graphics mode would allow display to load normally on the igpu and hdr works fine, but with hdr certification missing. Clean installing windows in dgpu mode works until i install nvidia drivers, i would hear the usb detached notification sound during the installation and screen would go blank again, and its the same on all older nvidia driver versions. Any thoughts?
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2024.05.18 22:35 Fit-Impression2169 Bar hopping?
Long story short I needed to get my instruction permit again (adult permit) to qualify for my drivers license due to it being expired. Planning on going out next weekend to bar hop with friends but havenât had the chance to stop by the DMV to pay a fee and update to drivers license (I am 21). Will I get turned down from bars due to only having a permit? Itâs horizontal and not vertical. I donât feel like waiting in line only to be shot down and waste peopleâs time. Thanks so much!!
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2024.05.18 22:34 Dororo0707 Blank screen on dgpu mode
Recently upgraded the screen of my TUF laptop(FX607JI) from IPS(b160qan02.7) to the miniled one found on strix 16(ne160qdm-nm7), upgrade went with no issues. My laptop is always used plugged in and set to dgpu mode in bios, so when i first booted up screen would light up with asus logo and upon loading into desktop it would just go blank. Changing to hybrid graphics mode would allow display to load normally on the igpu and hdr works fine, but with hdr certification missing. Clean installing windows in dgpu mode works until i install nvidia drivers, i would hear the usb detached notification sound during the installation and screen would go blank again, and its the same on all older nvidia driver versions. Any thoughts?
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2024.05.18 22:33 JulianSkies Blackriver Cases - Season 10 âDays of Furyâ - Episode 2 âVisiting Omenâ
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Season 10 âDays of Furyâ - Episode 2 âVisiting Omenâ
He had hoped for a boring day. Boring days are good at work, and Santos was already expecting to not have many of them for a while.
The first couple of days were boring, as usual- Blackriver is a small town, and the worst that had happened was Nila and Kessa making a few wellness checks after worried calls from neighbors. A couple of people in denial, a few ashamed at their own violent outbursts and a stern warning to Tamm about painting othersâ properties without asking first.
This morning, however, began with an all-hands meeting. There were no meeting rooms in the office, so they made do in the general workspace room, they all stood there at the center while Keya looked them over.
âWe have received a report from a neighboring city about a convoy of protestors making its way to Blackriverâ she describes without tone. At this point nobody bothers interrupting.
âThis convoy is comprised of approximately four hundred and seventy eight individuals of multiple species, primarily human and venlil but with operationally relevant representations of the entire spectrum of size and mobility typesâ her paws are behind her back, her ears focused directly ahead, her eyes centered to keep the entire team on the core of her focus âThey have crossed multiple cities already, generally engaging in verbal sparring with any figure of authority, parading signs and banners denouncing all manners of authorities as well as occasionally engaging in physical altercations with officers.â
âThey are also known to engage in vandalism. Though primarily aimed at exterminator and police precincts as well as public offices, they have already caused considerable collateral to others they have identified as âcollaboratorsââ thereâs a single heartbeat of waiting for breath before she continues âThey have, however, not shown to be an incredibly organized group or one with a clear goal and objective. The convoy appears to contain only extremely emotionally charged people with no clear overarching goal.â
âWe are incapable of dealing with the situation should they turn aggressive, as such we will be simply maintaining watch and relocating the populace should they become a problem.â Then, she picks up her holopad and passes it to Lunek beside her âThey can only follow one path with the entire convoy, the central street, therefore I have divided it into four sectors. One of each will be assigned to a sector.â
First her ears turn to the first target âLunek, sector one at the entrance. As the most approachable member of the precinct your task is to give an initial image of harmlessness. Do not engage first, do not take initiative against them. Ensure the members of the herd in the area are warned of their approach. If they become aggressive, retreat and focus on the escape of the herd.â
She tilts her head a little bit, turning her ears the other way âMarik, sector two. Mostly the commercial area, your task is ostensive protection to lower the chances of them initiating aggression. Whereas protection of the herd is first priority your second priority is ensuring Tenveâs Hardware Store as well as Sunbreeze Meals and Watchful CafĂ© remain capable of providing anyone whose residences become damaged.â suddenly, she turns her head entirely to face Marik âOstensive protection means dissuasion, ensure that they know they are not under threat and as long as those specific areas are not engaged, do not provokeâ
Next in her line of fire is Santos âAs our human officer you will be in sector three, nearby the precinct. They are liable to become most agitated in this area and your presence may serve to calm them. You are not to engage, if deemed necessary the precinctâs materials are considered expendable, do not attempt to stop themâ
âSector four, the exit of town, will be with me to ensure that they have fully left Blackriver and will not attempt to turn backâ then she tilts her ears again âAren, you will gear up with a CCG and remain out of view range, your task will be quick emergency response should the need arise.â she then points her tail at the last three officers âVess, your task will be to inform the herd and ensure a clear path for the convoy while Nila and Kessa will gather all of our medical supplies and set a staging area out of the convoyâs range. Organize ambulance assistance from Striped Hill and Everrainâ
Then, she turns her ears around to focus each one in turn âAs any attempt at aggression will end only in negative consequences, and in order to reduce the apparent levels of threat you will be unarmed. The estimated time of arrival is a third of a claw, ready yourselves and be at your post in time. Dismissed.â
âNot sure if I like or I donât that we had the cold bastard right nowâ Aren says, as soon as Keya had left the room âMaybe we should move in closer when the convoy gets to sector four?â
âProbably a good idea to be nearbyâ Santos adds with a sigh âThey might take umbrage with her demeanor, hopefully they wonât be set off too hard.â
And with silent signs of agreement all of the officers of Blackriver depart for preparations. The first ones to leave the precinct are the ones in charge of support, the two girls set off early to find someone willing to permit usage of their lawn as a possible impromptu field hospital and a little while later Aren leaves with a heavy CCG.
Slowly, the clock ticks to the appointed claw⊠And soon enough, Lunek can see in the distance the incoming omen of people. At first a distant line in the horizon, slowly the dark mark on the road coalesces into distinct shapes, the shapes of hundreds of vehicles slowly rolling down the road.
When the first few get close to the initial buildings of the main street, the entire convoy slows down. Their process of preparation is seemingly laborious, each vehicle houses multiple people at a time, smaller cars full to the brim, flatbeds with more people on their cargo space than can safely be contained, even buses conscripted for the effort. They carry with them signs, flags, a multitude of symbols as they dismount their vehicles and start spreading out to fill the street.
They seem to naturally form two distinct yet highly mixed groups, at its most distinctive is the pack of humans who keep a good distance from each other. But they are not alone in this group as takkan, mazic, yotul, zurulian and even drilvar form this central group. But flowing around them, not avoiding their presence but never infringing in their space is the grey mass of venlil, packed tight together, and mixed in there adding color to the monochromatic flux are krakotl, tilfish, sulean, iftali, sivkit and even a seemingly very confused duerten.
And at the very core of the moving group are their vehicles, which gently start rolling forward again as the group starts moving. Lunek simply waits, silently, by the side of the road, his ears attentively swiveling from one side to the other, expression having given way to function. Before the first of the convoy even arrives close he turns to the side, making a pointing sign with his tail. A woman who had been watching from her yard flicks her right ear and runs back inside.
He continues to wait, scanning around at all times for the presence of⊠Anything. The street is empty of locals when the first visitors start to alight. The convoy is loud, their symbols carry a loudness of colors and their vehicles make as much noise as they can to draw attention, but those who walk seem content in allowing their tools to speak for them, for now. Lunek tries to make sense of the banners and signs, but the messages are disparate as the group- Some speak of injustices against their people, some speak of anger at invaders, some speak of betrayal.
âFuck off, fireman!â comes the harsh bark of a human, causing Lunek to flinch. But flinch is all he does, he simply starts walking alongside the moving convoy.
The exterminatorâs attention is drawn to the details of the few people he can distinguish amongst the mass. Something tickles at his pattern-recognition but he cannot quite ascertain what for a while, until a lightly limping mazic makes her way to the edge of the mass âWant to finish the job?!â she trumpets, her form towering over his.
âIâm just observing, maâam.â Though the tremor of his voice is noticeable, he remains stoic. But her proximity makes him notice something about her body, marks in her wrists, neck and feet. Though mazic have powerful wrists and knuckles upon which they support the front half of their weight, her left wrist seems completely incapable of it, giving her a limp particular to a three-point walk. âTo make sure thereâs no impediment on your pathâ he notices the leathery skin around her left wrist is deeply blackened.
âOh, âno impedimentâ is that it? So everyone that lives here is an impediment?!â her voice booms.
âMaâamâ still, he does not yield nor does he break his pace following the convoy âWe have not done anything other than inform our people of your presenceâŠâ for a half second all he hears is the sound of his own heart âWe canât do anything else.â
Those words, then, sealed his fate. The first shout to echo in his direction was a yotul howling âYeah youâre useless!â and soon the avalanche came in multiple voices and languages âCanât do shit!â âYouâre just here to hurt people!â âUseless crap!â âIdiot!â and many more.
With every step and twitch the very average exterminator puts all of his focus on just being there. He lets himself cower a little bit, against the barrage it is difficult not to, but he continues to accompany. A few curious coats step out from their houses to watch, but the front of the convoy seems far too focused on the sole exterminator in view to bother anyone else.
A few steps ahead, an older venlil with a cane has moved the closest to the convoy as any watcher has up to now. Seeing her proximity to the increasingly rowdy crowd causes Lunek to speed up, quickly approaching her âLeva-â
But his words are stalled when she puts a paw on his shoulder, she gently puts her head against his for just a second âYouâre doing good pup, keep at itâ she mutters to him before breaking contact and turning around to walk back inside. He can spy her grandchildren looking on through the door. Lunek looks back at the still-shouting moving convoy, takes a deep breath, and continues to accompany them forward. A small pawful of them, however, seem to have fallen silent.
Once having reached the limit of his assigned zone, however, Lunek stops. He watches the convoy move forward, past the houses, now noisier than before. The initial hollering at him had turned into disjointed screams at some indistinct foe- Though the herd had been noticed of a foe, it was yet unaware of who, or what, said foe was. So for now it howled at the ineptitude of⊠Someone. And as the last of the convoy passes beyond the imaginary line of his duty, Lunek lets out a deep sigh and allows himself to sit down on the ground.
He stays there for a moment, without thought, simply letting the tension, confusion and fear permeate his body until a gentle paw touches his arm. He doesnât need to look to identify it, he lets his lover use her strength to prop him up, raising him to his feet âKeina you shouldnât-â
âNeighborâs looking over Tissâ his wife wraps her arms and tail around him âIâm not leaving you alone.â she stays like that for a second, before breaking off âDo you need to go after them?â
âNoâ
Marik stalks through the sidewalk, moving with energy. His speed outpaces the movement of the convoy, his paws twitch to grasp at something that isnât there and a deep and intense motion makes his short fur stand on end. He had let the convoyâs head move in front of him, simply standing still as he assessed as many as he could in the mass, and now he had begun to move towards the front again.
As he stalked forward he focused his sight on every member of the convoy that seemed of interest. A human whose clothes seemed suspiciously loose, a venlil whose movements were far too stiff, a gojid who kept his claws behind his back. He stared at each like they were his quarry, analyzing every piece of movement they made for threats, and yet aside from the challenge in the humanâs gaze he saw no danger arise.
Tenve had closed his shop, so as the convoy moved forward Marik simply continued to follow along, scanning the crowd for threats. But the next point of interest arrives, and he rushes ahead placing himself in front of the only restaurant of the town. Sunbreeze Meals wasnât a very common sort of restaurant, Blackriver did not have enough visitors for a normal restaurant to be profitable and was small enough most people had their meals at home, it most often served takeout for those farmers whoâd spend so long in the field they would return home without the energy to feed themselves.
Sparing a look inside at the only five tables, Marik couldnât keep a small thought away from his mind. How most who got their meals from Sunbreeze these days did so because they enjoyed the cooking rather than their need of work, ever since the sunspeck population has been brought under control and the maintenance of the fields had become much smaller. He feels the presence long before he can recognize what led him to feel it and turns to stare at a group of six that approach the entrance: Two humans, a tilfish, two gojids and a takkan had broken off from the convoy and approached the restaurant.
He traces his color band over each in turn, and they all bristle at his stare. One of the humans hesitates before continuing to walk inside, and Marik simply remains by the door with his arms crossed, left ear twisted as far back as he could to listen to the inside.
âWhat have you got here?â
âW-we mostly ha-have ready ma-made meals to go or- or- Or you can look over the menuâ
âThereâs no need to stutter, yâknowâ
âSo-sorry-â
âReally, after everything yâall are still with this predator crap?â
The chimes on the door echo for the second time in sequence as Marik makes his way inside. The tilfish had started to lean over the counter while the other five had arrayed themselves behind her. They all turn their attention to him as he enters, including the venlil manning the counter. Marik keeps his gaze directly on the tilfish for a few uncomfortable seconds, before looking at the man behind the counter and making a simple sign with his tail, a short vertical bob with the tip and a slow horizontal swipe. Itâs meaning simple: >Safe<.
After a few seconds someone else appears from the kitchen. The tall venlil carries a large stack of plastic boxes in his arms, all of them seemingly designed to attach to themselves so as to be carried with ease. He puts them down with a resounding crash on the counter, and opens up his voice with ice âFarmerâs Pots, good meal when youâre working and canât go home.â With each word the owner of the restaurant and main cook comes closer and closer to the tilfish, until the last âTen credits each.â
Nobody moves for a couple of seconds, and then one of the humans steps closer and brings a holopad over to the credit reader. Thereâs a noise indicating payment, and then the owner raises his head and tilts it to focus his favored eye and both of his ears at the man who paid âNow,â he shifts register in his voice and the language he speaks in âfuck offâ he finishes.
With no small amount of surprise the group of six retrieve the stack of packaged meals, carefully walking out and back into the convoy. Marik stays behind for a moment âDidnât know you spoke humanâ
âPupâs enamored with their languages. Of course, first greek words he learns is swearing.â
Outside, Marik stalks further ahead to the next point of interest. He moves faster than the convoy, and has time to move in front of it. For a few meters the street is still clear as he arrives to find a group of people standing in front of the Watchful. Standing there were all of its employees, and even all of its regulars, twenty people total standing there as if they were having the most normal day. If not for their raised ears tracking every noise coming from down the street and their swaying tails swinging about like angry beasts.
One of them simply points his tail at the other side of the street as Marik comes closer, and the hunter doesnât need a second command to understand the meaning. They have this, he has a less practical but just as important duty. He crosses the street quickly before the convoy starts coming closer, and heads towards the park.
As the regulars of the Watchful had feared, it took little time until a large group had broken off from the convoy. With the town on alert about the convoy they had found themselves bereft of prey and now this group had set out to find some, anyone who might be willing, or not, to listen to their grievances. And what is clearly a place designed for people to congregate looked most appetizing.
Marik shadowed the group as they moved through the park, but they were accompanied by nothing but silence. It wasnât until they ran into the centerpiece of the park that he took initiative, stepping ahead of the group and simply⊠Standing there a distance away from the tree of many scions, between it and the group.
âWhatâs so important over there, fireman?â it was a venlil who asked, but his usage of an english word was not lost on Marik.
âA place you will respectâ the exterminator has his arms crossed, the one good portion of his gaze set on the man who asked âThis is a grave.â
Though the group that now prowled was large, those who heard were taken aback. One such, however, approaches closer. He was a venlil whose fur shifted between a soft, brownish color and a dirty white âA tradition of the tenets right? One of those family trees?â The man would have been distinctive in any other group due to his missing patches of fur around neck, wrists, even portions around his head. But such signs of long term damage were common in the convoy.
Interest. They had shown true interest, or at least one of them had. âNo, but similar⊠The forgotten tree is a grave for the forgotten.â He felt like these people, at least the ones before him, could probably understand the meaning of this place âIt is of no tradition. Someone, a long time ago, wanted to honor someone who was gone but whose name was not meant to be remembered. Someone who had disappeared in the system⊠So they borrowed on anotherâs tradition, and added a scion to this tree, with something in their memory. Others have done so similarly, until it became⊠A grave for the forgottenâ
âDidnât think youâd be worried about this kind of placeâ itâs a human that speaks up this time
âOur duty is to protect this town, what you think-â but Marikâs words are interrupted by that same venlil who had asked before. His demeanor suddenly shifts, his ears perk up and his entire body shifts forward for a moment. He hesitates, for a second everyoneâs focus is on him, and then he runs towards the tree.
Marik follows behind, stopping just by the manâs side as he finds himself at the base of the tree. The man makes a direct line to somewhere, something he had found from the distance, as if it had called him. He finds a thick and heavy branch that had been bent down by the weight of its scions and memories, near its base and speaking of a memory left behind long ago is a braid of fur made of three colors, a dirty white, a soft brown and a dark grey, bound by the braids are two beads.
The man raises up a paw, but does not touch it. As if cradling it, he recites the words engraved in one of the beads âI will cross every star to return homeâ others have come closer to listen to the manâs hoarse voice âThere will always be a home for youâ he reads of the second one. The names on the beads have been scratched out. The man falls on his knees âS-she kept her promise and⊠I couldnât keep mineâŠâ
Marik steps back as he watches two others come closer to comfort the man. He looks as a few others approach with more caution, looking up at the tree with a bit more reverence than they had before. Then, he turns around and starts heading back towards the main street.
Gazing out as the convoy gains a new flux, some leave it as it passes to move towards the park while others leave the park to rejoin the convoy, Marik simply stays there at the side of the street looking as stern as he could. Though the noise of the convoy remains great, here in this portion it seems to die down a little. A thought crosses his mind as he turns an ear as far back as he can, a thought he canât help but voice âI wonder how many are looking at their own gravesâŠâ
As the convoy progresses, Santos simply stands by the front of the precinct, hands in his pockets. He watches the convoy arrive, heart beating fast, constrained hands the only reason he hasn't started shaking quite yet. He starts tapping his right foot as he watches the first few people cross by without noticing what this place is yet, everyone knows where the precinct is, so aside from the words printed on the sign by the entrance there is no other marker of what this buildingâs purpose might be.
Of course, it is impossible for nobody to notice. The entire convoy seems to stop as soon as a zurulian riding on the shoulders of a human points a claw at the building and says something. A large group breaks away at the command, all of them holding disparate signs and messages. They turn on the building with enough roars that whatever they are attempting to transmit is lost on him.
Santos is thankful his hearing isnât nearly as good as his coworkersâ, as the cacophony is already overwhelming him. He changes stances slightly, taking his hands out of his pockets and crossing his arms. This prompts a small group to turn their looks at him, the focus easily identifiable with the humans in their midst, focus which made the hair in the back of Santosâ neck stand on end. Living in this place had refined his sense of danger, but he didnât need that to realize what could happen.
It was a group of five that approached, four humans and a venlil. âDidnât think theyâd be letting humans live out here in the booniesâ said one of his kin.
Santos just shrugs âGot hired to work here. Honestly, rural folk get a needlessly bad reputation, most of the time they just donât care as long as youâre not bothering themâ
âReally? In my-â
Santos interrupts the man âCut it outâ there are many ways in which humans make themselves obvious, many of which are their eyes. Santos did understand the fear of them and why it was primal, it was not the fear of the eyes but the fear of attention, it was knowing you were under the scrutiny and judgment of another that set off that emotion. It was rarely the eyes that showed this attention for most species, but for humans it was, and the manâs clear gaze on his badge made the entire situation clear to him âStop beating around the bush and say it already.â
Someone else is who speaks. The tall woman starts not with words, however, but by spitting on Santosâ uniform âYou fucking traitorâ her voice is both fierce and cold at the same time. A very emotional coldness.
âThere we goâ he sighs âJust⊠Move on. Weâre not getting anything out of this conversationâ
âWhy?â It was the venlil in the group that started this time âThese people hate you, they hate you for what you are! Why do you work for them?!â
Santos rubs his eyes and sighs âBecause someone has to. Change only happens when you make it happen, simple as thatâ
âChange?!â another one of the humans howls âDo you think those people can change?! You know the truth, those fuckers have never done anything good!â
âYou know, if you had read your history booksâŠâ Santos stares at the one who had just had their outburst âYouâd remember that we once thought the very same about the policeâ thereâs the sound of glass breaking, but he doesnât reaction âAnd a lot of us still doâ
The human staring him down shifts their gaze slightly at the broken window of the precinct, then back at Santos âA broken window is easy to fixâ he shrugs âAs I was saying. Same shit.â he crosses his arms again âThereâs a role those people play, a role that needs to be played because itâs important. Different name, different problems, still the same shit. Gotta fix this, Iâm doing my partâ he then stares at the venlil in the group âYou do yours. Simple as that.â
âRole?!â the venlil of the group steps closer âWhat role could they possibly have?! They only exist to hurt people!â
Santos steps back, and raises his eyes a little bit. Of course, the classics had shown themselves in this instance. With as many humans as there are in the crowd there were now quite a few objects in the air, most clearly aimed at the precinct behind him. Though given the failed arc of some of them it was clearly not just the humans indulging in such a tried and true method.
âI used to be a wildlife preserve rangerâ Santos then focuses his gaze on the aggravated venlil âThis is a frontier town, if you walk in the brushes with shorts youâll walk out with your ankles numb. The athai out there are rather harmless, but they keep the sunspecks under control.â He takes another step back âSince coming here Iâve been pest control, had to catch an exotic animal set loose, investigated a murder, helped stop a child from taking her own life, stopped large scale fights, helped a dozen people avoid being arrested for self defense and helped break a fucking siegeâ
Santos cracks his knuckles âThereâs roles. Jobs that need done and there is one fucking organization doing it all. That is a problem.â Then, he sighs and takes a few more steps to the side, offering indifference from this point on âThereâs nothing I can say that would make you calm down.â he says one final time âJust make sure not to injure yourselves in the process, alright?â His words seemed to be enough to make the small group cease trying to interact, as the convoy had begun moving again. Though the one human who had called him a traitor gets one final parting shot at the precinct âWhere the hell did you get an egg in this planetâŠâ Santos says with a raised eyebrow as the projectile impacts the front door.
Keya stands by a large sign, the same one that welcomes you into Blackriver on one side and sees you out at the other, the official limit of the town. Her arms behind her back, her attention directly towards the front of the convoy as they march. Something gains the whole of her attention, the car in the front. Someone draws her focus, a human with a megaphone on top of the car. The man shouts words of encouragement at the people behind him with the megaphone before turning to his holopad, then he bends over downwards to discuss something with the driver.
She simply remains there, waiting for the convoy to pass. But instead of moving on out of the city, here the convoy stops completely. Keya observes as the further end of the convoy starts to slowly compact upon itself, and her ears pick up something âAlright everyone, start getting ready, next town over is more than a claw away, make sure youâve left nothing behindâ the words were not meant for her, nor for anyone too far. They come from the same man she had seen standing on top of the car, but he had now climbed down and was talking with a group of multiple species.
It is clear they have some degree of leadership, though the convoy does not stop cleanly nor does it begin to organize with alacrity they do respond to the groupâs organization. So Keya keeps her focus on them as they point, wave and talk between themselves, others and devices. But at least one of them has noticed her attention, a gangly and light-skinned human with fire-red hair, the man that was atop the car. He starts walking in her direction, before turning around for one final set of commands as he walks backwards âAnd make sure the guys at the back got all the crap! Weâre here to be heard, not to trash the city!â he says before turning back again to head towards her. A venlil with pure white fur erupts from inside the car he was riding, quickly dashing to his side as they notice where he was going.
In a few moments both have come up to her, the human looking down at her with the venlil bristles at his side âSaw anything interesting, fireman?â
âWhat are you doing here?â
âWhat? Isnât it obvious?!â it was the venlil that roared a response âYou saw all of it! You know what theyâve done to us! What theyâve done to everyone! And you still work for those brahking monsters! Itâs like youâre thankful they made you a cripple!â
The human puts a hand on the venlilâs shoulder, calming her demeanor just a little bit âWeâre here because honestly, weâre all too tired of being fucking ignored is what. So what the fuck are you gonna do?!â
âI have put the wrong emphasisâ Keya says with her lack of tone. She can see the human shiver just a little bit âMy task is to ensure the safety of this town. Your convoy is a danger. We have eight field-capable officers, we cannot ensure the safety of the residents against a group like yours. People will take actions for reasons, you have broadcast your reasons clearly. You have chosen this place for a reason which I cannot ascertain.â
She makes sure her ears are trained towards both the human and the venlil, an action which causes the venlil to cower behind her partner âWe do not house government agencies. This is a farming town of little note. The local precinct is a simple precinct, we have no regulatory or command authority. The town population is approximately double that of the number of your convoy. We have no individuals of appreciable social or political reach. There is nothing in Blackriver of interest to people attempting to change government policy, nor have there been actions taken here that I can identify as being cause for retaliatory actions within the context of your message.â
âI must ensure this does not happen again and the only way of doing so is minimizing our attractivity as targets. A logical assumption of your choice of quarry would be a town with the presence of politicians, a large city with constant news coverage, cities housing important government agencies or those containing the Regional Firebasesâ
âSo I ask again. What are you doing here?â
The two remain silent for a few seconds, before the human turns around with a mouth noise âWhatever, I donât need to explain myself to someone that wonât listen. Come on!â he starts to stalk back towards the car, but stops once he notices his venlil companion wasnât moving.
The snow-white venlil has their focus on Keya, who offers a simple low forward swipe of her tail, a sign to proceed. Still, the venlil seems frozen in place until the human comes back and grabs hold of their paw with a gentle touch. At which point both finally return to the convoy.
Keya remains at the side of the road, watching as the convoy readies itself again to leave. People get back inside cars, they hop on the back of trucks and load themselves into buses. She continues to watch as the convoy takes its time riding out, making their way out of the town.
Once it is finally gone, multiple footsteps sound behind her. When she turns around she meets her officers, having returned from their assigned positions âThey have left. I expect your reports of what happened in each sector by the end of your shiftsâ she states plainly, before looking at Santos âThey did not appear to have a specific reason for targeting Blackriver.â The question remains unspoken.
The human officer just shrugs âSometimes, you donât know what youâre doing. Weâre just a little town, I doubt they even know what exactly theyâre angry about.â He looks at the tail end of the convoy as it leaves âTown was probably just a place they felt safe going to.â
âD-do you think we might get more like thatâ Lunek says, at the back of the group.
âWho knowsâŠâ Santos sighs âBut if human history applies anywhere here⊠This is just a sign of worse things to comeâ
[ [FIRST] [NEXT>]
And thus the omen passes by. Feelings, emotions of all sorts, without a plan or a reason other than just their own rage and distress.
Did any of these even know what they were doing? And how much worse can it be when they do?
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2024.05.18 22:32 Dororo0707 Blank screen on dgpu mode
Recently upgraded the screen of my TUF laptop(FX607JI) from IPS(b160qan02.7) to the miniled one found on strix 16(ne160qdm-nm7), upgrade went with no issues. My laptop is always used plugged in and set to dgpu mode in bios, so when i first booted up screen would light up with asus logo and upon loading into desktop it would just go blank. Changing to hybrid graphics mode would allow display to load normally on the igpu and hdr works fine, but with hdr certification missing. Clean installing windows in dgpu mode works until i install nvidia drivers, i would hear the usb detached notification sound during the installation and screen would go blank again, and its the same on all older nvidia driver versions. Any thoughts?
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2024.05.18 22:32 Ok_Pear_52 Need help with ending (spoiler warning)
SO i got the bad ending and then realized i needed to go back and finish the biggest puzzle which is the door at the mountain. I finish that and it says on the first manual page something along the lines of "oh btw you should pay a visit to a certain someone". I had pages 1-53. It didnt say anywhere in the table of contents that theres more so i thought i was done and went to the Heir and yettt againnnn i see she wants to fight me. Then i learned that u need pages 1-55 to get the good ending.
My question is if i get the "bad" ending twice does that mean i need to start the game all over again or will the screen at the end let me retry again. Im in the fight and can't find a way to leave it other than fight her and get the bad ending again.
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2024.05.18 22:30 emilyymariee222 Need advice! Write the June LSAT or wait?
Hey all! I'm really stressed and struggling with deciding what I should do in this situation. I'm currently registered for the June test but I have a few issues at hand:
1) I'm not where I want to be with preptest scores. Currently I'm scoring in the 150's timed and in the 160's review. LG games was the easiest for me to learn and I get about -5 timed and can get -0 in my reviews. This was the main reason why I wanted to take the June test before LG goes away. I struggle a bit more with LR and especially RC which is my most difficult section. I think with more studying and practice I can get about -5 on LR but I don't know if that's possible before the June Test. Moreover, I'm hesitant to take the LSAT at a later date with the test changes due to my difficulties with RC. I struggle with both timing and answering the questions themselves in RC and I haven't really seen much improvement overall in this section. I really don't know whether it would be best for me to take the June test with LG and have that boost my score a little bit or wait and receive the same score as I would've gotten or better by taking the LSAT at a later date.
2) I ran the check for the proctoring software to see if my laptop met the basic requirements (I was planning on doing the remote test) and it did not pass (apparently my screen resolution is not at the minimum requirement - definitely the last thing I would've predicted to be the issue, but here we are). I'm unable to take the test at a testing centre as there are no locations in my area so my next best option if I want to take the June test is to buy a new laptop. I was eventually planning on buying a new laptop within the year, but not this soon, and it is just another factor adding on to my stress about my situation. In September however, I will be living in an area where there is a testing center nearby.
3) From being stressed about all of this and due to my full time work, I've been neglecting studying for a few days and avoiding thinking about it. I also missed scheduling a time slot for the test and from reading previous posts, it almost seems unlikely I will even get a time slot at this point.
In short, I'm really conflicted with what I should do: write the June LSAT since I've registered for it anyway, try my best, and see how it goes? Or wait to write in September, where I can write it in a testing center and have additional time to drill and study for LR and RC?
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2024.05.18 22:27 SeriousResponse4312 Should i replace my graphic tablet?
Hey everyone,
i have the huion hs611 since 2022 and i use it to draw on CSP. So far, it is good but i feel that the pressre levels are not good and the surface has 0 friction. So am thinking of replacibg it. could you guys please recommend other tablets under 400�
i want to concider the display tablets too, but my laptop screen has 4k resolution, 100% srgb colors and 160 hz. Are display tablets better inspite of that?
thanks for your recommendations and your time!!
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2024.05.18 22:24 Husker-Fan-23 Kernel update breaks EFI entry for Windows requesting a new recovery key
Post update to OpenSUSE kernel on subsequent boot to windows I get a blue screen in windows requesting a new recovery key from Microsoft website.
Both OS live on the same NVME drive on my laptop.
Boot to OpenSUSE for the most part has no issues. This install is relatively new and been using it for the past few months without any issue with this one exception.
I read through UEFI OpenSUSE wiki but did not notice any pointers that would help me resolve this issue. Other posts on reddit point to windows breaking boot which in my case I have not encountered over multiple updates over the past two months that I have been using.
Any suggestion on configuring the entries such that on subsequent kernel build I can avoid rekeying the recovery key?
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2024.05.18 22:19 Haumean_saturn I need help figuring out a computer and drawing tablet!
Hi! Iâm about to be a senior in high school and have been in a graphic design program for the past year, and we have been using mostly Adobe programs. Because of this, I want to get my own personal laptop to be able to use these programs on for the next year I have them for free, as well as if Iâd like to purchase creative cloud myself afterwards. I have only recently got a job, so I canât go too crazy with the budget(Iâm not really sure about a specific budget, just the cheaper the better, probably $1000 or less) but I also donât need something super professional. I would most likely be using Illustrator, photoshop, and possibly after effects, but I may use any program that we are learning in class. I would just like something decent to last me a couple years or so, and once Iâve been making more money, I can get something better. Iâm also wondering if i would be okay getting something like a refurbished MacBook, so I donât have to pay as much.
I would also like a drawing tablet with a screen that is bigger than an iPad, but once again, it doesnât have to be super professional. I also donât need a super massive tablet. If anyone has any suggestions, please let me know!!
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2024.05.18 22:18 timothyjuniorr Will my PC run skyrim?
Long story short, I'm going to be going to a remote place with no internet for a few months. Can't bring my larger console so I'll be bringing my laptop and my Nintendo switch.
I'd prefer to run skyrim on my laptop for the larger screen, but it's a pretty old gaming laptop and I'm not sure if it'll run well or not. I am not a computer person.
The laptop is an Asus gl551j, and I would guess it's about 10 years old.
Is this feasible or should I just buy it for the switch?
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